The Sentinels Time gets distorted when

a wild sassyfrassy invited me in!

it was the scent of the caldera that caused deirdre to cease her conversation with the old owl on healing herbs amidst a walk throughout the sentinels, and to redirect her course. peregrine, she worried. he who believed her father would make it. to tell him he was wrong caused her true pain, and she stopped and winced at the feeling before continuing onward. like caiaphas, peregrine deserved to know.

she was so within her thoughts she did not even notice the scent of her newfound friend, tansea! she greeted, her tail waving behind her. and as she looked at the wolf ahead of the woman, deirdre realized that this was not peregrine at all. she had missed, entirely, the topic of conversation... but the somber mood upon them seemed to hint toward what she had come for. still, she could not be sure. bonjour, she greeted, standing beside tansea and peering at her pack-mate, and then to sassafrass. she herself could not swallow the words: did peregrine send you?